Editing Tiny Hammer (section)

==the first battle of kitchen==
I'm terrified, I'd admit it. It's only 8:30 am and already I'm scared shitless.
Here i am, cowering below the little window/opening thing in the wall between my ground floor hallway and my dining room. Why would i do this, you ask? Because there's a war being waged on my dining table, with the fruit bowl and salt & pepper shakers being used as cover!

	I wish i was kidding, in the few seconds i saw them before cowardice took over and i dropped to the floor, i saw two...armies firing and ripping into each other. One definitely had more guys, they seemed to be armed with small rifles that fired a red beam of light...at a glance they numbered in the hundreds. At the front of their line however, were a large number of big guys in armor that reminded me of Starcraft, using SMG-esque guns and what...appeared to be one-handed chainsaws. Their opponents were a lot thinner and taller. They wore bone-white armor and were climbing onto the table from little grappling hooks, as it appeared most of their forces were waiting on the carpet for their chance to get into the fray.

	I moved from my spot under the opening and crawled to the doorway. I could still hear the din of gun fire, screams and someone very human-sounding shouting something about an emperor. In an act i will never understand...i craned my neck out and took a look at the battlefield. I got a good look at the bone-white army and saw their tanks. They all hovered a few centimeters off the ground. It was then i finally noticed...damn, these guys are tiny! Seriously, i had finally gotten a good enough look too really realize the size of them. I was close to chuckling about it when i reminded myself two(tiny) armies were duking it out in my house...this is not a good thing.

	It was at this time, while i was trying to decide the best course of action that i heard scraping upstairs...a shiver of fear went down my spine as i imagined what a third army could be doing in my room. Then a gasp escaped my mouth, the first noise i had made all day, for i had just remembered a very important fact that could change this entire battle...

i had a dog.

	The scrapes became louder and more frequent, i got up from my hiding spot and gave away my position too the two forces in the dining hall. “daisy! No!” i shouted, hoping to keep her away from the fight. This was of course, to no avail... this was a dog that ate bees and actively hunted wasps that snuck into the house! The blonde-haired canine rushed past me and bound into the dining room to face(what i guess she considered) a threat to me and the home.



	Admiral Vann Stann stood amongst his sniper squad, barking orders at his six expert marksman whenever a new Eldar target showed itself. With his spotting guiding their fire, the team had already taken down four exarchs and a pair of tank commanders who had poked their heads out of the top to get a good view. It was easy work for the snipers, the battlefield they had landed on was flat...save for the mounds of corpses and the strange statues that lay at the center of the field. He dis-liked the armies position. While he had hundreds upon hundreds of good Cadian men at his disposal, they lacked the heavy firepower of tanks or walkers that usually accompanied this sort of force.
Their only attachments to the Cadians were three squads of Kaskrin storm troopers, who currently stoop atop an up-turned...hill, the admiral didn't know what too call it. When they first arrived it had been a giant bowl containing strange flora, until a guard noticed it was not stable they decided to flip it and use it for cover. This plus the some-two hundred space marines that had been accompanying then were the only real advantages the Admiral possessed to face the xenos. He was however thankful that his army had been lucky enough to land on a cliff, while it appears the eldar fell to the bottom and have been slowly climbing up, making it easy to keep their numbers few. He was beginning to plan how to get his men down unharmed and wipe them out...when he heard the womanly screams of the enemy from down below, and a thunderous cry came from a titan-sized being you'd refuse to believe can go un noticed. The admiral decided to abandon the sniper squad, summoned his retinue and went to the edge of the cliff(now eldar-free, thanks to the “order of heavens sabre” chapter marines) and investigate the sudden turn of events.


	My warlocks and I stood in awe, but that awe was quickly replaced by fear.
Was this mon-keigh treachery? Had they known about this beast the size of a small titan and kept us pre-occupied until it could strike us down? Did it even matter? My mentor Idranel had taught me that over-thinking things could easily waste precious time that could be better used killing the enemy. With but a thought, I sent a message too the warhost under my command. “all vehicles attack! Fire dragons and howling banshees strike at it's legs! Everyone else stay back and watch the cliff for those damn mon-keigh!” as she gave the order and the multi-colored warriors of different craftworlds and aspects moved to engage the giant. There was the loud CRACK! Of a long rifle, and I turned to see a guardsmen, a Kaskrin if I remember their armor... fall to the ground and make a sickening splat on the strange grass we stood upon. As the combined weapons of the firepikes, pulse lances and the pair of prism cannons ripped into the gargantuan monster that, for now, ignored the damage and shredded the guardians and vypers that had been unfortunate enough to be closest too it. One of the dragons got a lucky shot, and I saw the bright red flame leap down the beasts throat. It yelped and backed away from the shooters...then re-doubled its efforts, leaping over the huddled masses of guardians and eldar that I knew would be ineffective...and in a moment i will never forget, bit the cannon off of one of my tanks and charged into the howling banshees.

	It was when the hound(as i now recognized it, it was a giant canine) had ripped through half of my banshees and returned to devouring my tanks that i decided enough was enough. I called my warlocks too me, and pooled our psyker energy to try to annihilate the beast and return to our war against the Imperium and their filthy warriors.
Together we began to shred the hounds very soul, as it cried and bellowed from the mental attack, i felt its more...immediate thoughts, a repeating cycle of “protect master, protect master” went through it's head as it fell. I stopped for a moment, considering what a monster this sized could call a master...too this day, i think of this as one of the biggest mistakes of my life. As i stopped to think i also stopped in the psyker attack, and my warlocks lacked the power too finish it off. As their hold wavered, the beast rose weakly, and was about to renew it's attack...when it's master came and swept it away from the fight.

	I also regret the fact that, the first time i saw the masters simply morale-shattering size...my robes were not exactly pristine.